It's 8:38 and I'm sitting in bed with my laptop on my knees, my husband beside me (who is watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives), and my dog at my feet.
Our elderly cat is cautiously circling the pillow behind Patrick's head, looking for just the right spot to guilt him into providing her more space than she has been allotted.
My ten year old son sits on the foot of our Queen-sized. Every few moments, he inches his way a little closer to the middle of the bed; hoping that we won't notice that he's not on the floor with his sister.
Haven't I mentioned that my youngest two children regularly sleep with Patrick and I? Haven't I mentioned that neither has slept in their own beds in, oh... Months???
Yeah. This was not "planned." This Family Bed idea grew organically (and sometimes it survived despite our valiant attempts to uproot it). But it has happened. It IS happening. And though I am occasionally resentful of the lack of privacy that this arrangement allots for our marriage, we know that Life will not always be this way. We know that the day will come (perhaps sooner than we think) when one of them will wander to their own bed and sleep there more often than here. It happened with our eldest. It will happen with our younger two. Someday they will be sleeping farther away than just a bedroom down the hall. Someday, we won't be moaning about feet in our face and 7 people crammed into one bed (2 adults, 2 kids, 1 dog, 2 cats. You do the math.*).
*Pets are people too.
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